Boy's POV

As the kiss deepened, our hands seemed to develop minds of their own. Mine were already roaming, desperate to map out every inch of her. She was completely irresistible, a source of radiant heat in the middle of the freezing room. Her skin felt like velvet, and the warmth of her body was so intoxicating that I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand beneath the hem of her shirt, finding the edge of her bra. I didn't even bother with the hooks; I just wanted to feel her. Moving the fabric aside, I let my palm cup the weight of her breast, the contact sending a jolt straight through me.

We didn't break the kiss—not for a second. We were both breathless, but neither of us wanted to lose the connection. My hands continued their journey, trailing down the curve of her waist to her lower abdomen. She was wearing my shorts, but they didn't look like mine anymore. On her, they clung to every curve of her hips in a way I hadn't anticipated. I'd seen her in them a dozen times, but right now, seeing how they sat on her figure, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I'd always wondered how a pair of plain boy's shorts could look so damn sexy, and the answer came the moment my hands reached the soft, full curve of her butt.

They were so soft, so perfectly "squishy" under my palms, that I felt a surge of pure instinct. I involuntarily pushed my hips forward, a heavy, reactive ache settling deep in my gut. My body was reacting before my brain could even catch up. She let out a muffled, rhythmic moan against my lips, a sound that made my head spin.

We finally broke away for a split second, gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other. The room was biting cold, but we were a mess of tangled limbs and discarded layers. We'd been using separate blankets, but they had become such a hindrance in our struggle to get closer that we'd kicked them aside. We were half-naked now, the winter air stinging our skin, though the heavy, fluffy comforter still draped over our legs.

I reached for the waistband of the shorts, my intent clear, but her hand suddenly came up to catch my wrist. It startled me for a heartbeat. My "other head" was definitely the one calling the shots at this point, but I forced myself to focus. I leaned in, my voice a low, muffled rasp against her skin as I kissed her neck.

"Is it okay? You're okay, right?" I whispered, needing to hear it.

She didn't say a word, just let out a soft, affirmative hum and pulled me back into a kiss, her lips trailing along my jawline. That was all the permission I needed. I tugged the shorts down, my hands immediately returning to the soft skin of her backside. I couldn't help but grip her firmly, my palms stinging slightly with the contact. I knew I was probably leaving marks, the skin flushing red under my touch, but the way she reacted made it impossible to stop.

She was trying to swallow her moans, keeping them quiet and small, but to me, they were like music. I wanted more of them. I started to tease her, one hand staying low to squeeze and knead, while the other wandered forward, discovering the heat and dampness already gathering between her thighs. She clung to me, her small frame molding against mine until I felt like I was absorbing her body heat.

I couldn't take the suspense anymore. I was getting greedy. I pulled back, standing up and pulling her with me. I stripped off the rest of my layers until I was just in my briefs, while she stood there, already stripped of the shirt and shorts I'd helped her out of.

We stood there for a second, shivering in the dimness, realizing the floor was too cold. We quickly worked together to rearrange the bed, spreading out a fresh bedsheet and pulling the massive, fluffy comforter over us like a tent. It was huge enough to swallow us both whole. I reached over and flicked on the kitchen light—just enough so the room was bathed in a soft, amber glow rather than total darkness.

She retreated to her side of the mattress, looking like she was ready to collapse into the pillows, but I dived right back in after her. I wasn't about to let her sleep yet.

"We have the whole day tomorrow to sleep," I murmured, hovering over her, a smirk playing on my lips. "And I'm nowhere near done with you."